The streets were always busy, the people were always impatient. My county was divided. It was the rich and majority, and the poor and minority. I came from Salvadorian immigrant parents, so as the stereotype goes, I was part of the poor and minority side of the county. We did not go a week without having at least 2 murders, 4 major arrests, and 1 road black. Gwinnett county is beautiful for its diversity, but sadly the crime here took over its beauty. This is where I learned to love everyone, respect everyone, and love everyone, no matter where they came from. It was a place where you see people care for each other without requiring a reason. Although this place made me who I am, and taught me everything I know, I always wanted to leave. I felt as if I could not grow here anymore. I had taken everything I could from this place, and I needed to find somewhere else to learn more about myself. Preferably a place with less violence, less concrete, and more nature. You never forget where you come from, but it is never bad to yearn for new beginnings.